Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 175 There is no rebellion, only traitors!
The soul does not need to breathe.

At this moment, Arthur felt that he had forgotten what it felt like to breathe.

The god in front of him was at least three times taller than him, and his huge body contained supreme divine power that he was unknown to him. Somehow, Arthur felt that he had an inextricable connection with this God-King.

He is the ancestor!
He is the origin!
He is still the end!
Arthur seemed to see two huge worlds merged into one in Towns' big hand!

Only he can pull the Celtic world, which is gradually falling into infinite chaos, out of despair, and use the burning light of order to sweep away all the chaos and evil in the Celtic world.

Almost instinctively, Arthur bent the knee that he once thought was noble and unbendable.

"Arthur Pendragon...pays homage to His Majesty the God-King!"

"Very good. From now on you will be my divine servant. Are you willing to accept it?"

"Arthur... obey your command!" Arthur surprisingly did not have much resistance in his heart.

Firstly, it is because of the guidance of the Goddess of the Lake. Without the Goddess of the Lake, he would not have had the twelve consecutive victories, and there would be no powerful Kingdom of Camelot today; secondly, his character is just like in the mythology. After the territory expands to a certain extent, he will instinctively seek higher realms and more profound mysterious powers!
There is no holy grail in this world.

The emergence of God King Towns just made up for this.

Rather than saying that Downs subdued Arthur with the help of the Lady of the Lake, it would be better to say that this was actually a two-way journey.

On the other hand, if Tangs couldn't even subdue a Beyonder who only had red dragon blood, then his career as a God King would be in vain.

"Arthur, you will be my direct servant from now on." Towns nodded with satisfaction. His grand voice boomed in the silver palace, announcing the change in King Arthur's status.

When Arthur was about to say something, he suddenly found that the scene around him was stretching rapidly. When he came to his senses, he was back on his camp bed.

He, like the knights under his command, opened his mouth in surprise.

The sun above their heads became radiant, and King Arthur himself was like a rising sun, illuminating the entire camp.

Downs's sacred and loud voice echoed in the ears of everyone in the army.

[You, Arthur Pendragon, are my divine servant! ]

【Take the throne! Eliminate the disloyalty! End the chaos!】

[I grant you freedom from the suffering of magic! The darkness of the sky! The calamity of thirst! You and your knights can transcend death and uphold order forever!]

These three simple sentences contained supreme divine power that shocked the entire army.

The tremors in the sky have now turned into roaring roars, and the atmosphere is declaring in this way that they obey King Arthur's orders.

The dry well on the roadside gushed out clear springs, moistening the soldiers' thirsty throats.

A mysterious glow lingers on the armor of each knight, transforming each piece of iron armor into an unimaginable magical armor.

The entire heaven and earth responded to the declaration of the God-King in unison, expressing their most sincere support for Arthur's advance.

This is not only about suppressing a rebellion, but also about cleansing the world of all the chaos and disorder.

King Arthur stood on a large rock, raised the holy sword in his hand, and pointed at Camelot: "Follow the will of the Celtic world! Respect the order of the God King, His Majesty Downs Paulson, and march out! Target - Camelot! Execute the traitor Mordred!"

"Yes--"

Originally, King Arthur was planning to have a good talk with his illegitimate son. If possible, he absolutely did not want to kill his own flesh and blood with his own hands.

Unfortunately, he would never know how much terrible hatred his 'good sister' Morgan had instilled in Mordred, let alone how twisted Morgan's hatred for him was.

Morgan once loved him deeply, but after King Arthur became the King of Camelot, Morgan felt that Arthur had taken the throne that "should have belonged to her".

She kept inciting Mordred, and secretly bribed or controlled many of King Arthur's knights with magic. The most outrageous thing is that with the death of King Arthur, this resentment disappeared, and Morgan turned back into the sister who loved Arthur deeply, so she tried every means to resurrect King Arthur after his death.

Without Towns' intervention, this would have been a typical lose-lose tragedy.

But Towns doesn’t even indulge Odin, so how could he indulge you, Morgan?
Towns had no intention of keeping this crazy witch.

King Arthur knew this, and as he accepted Downs' divine power, he also felt a dull pain in his heart.

This is the price of [royal power]!

The orthodox royal authority must not be violated!
King Arthur was forced to take action and march towards Camelot with his army.

On the Camlan Hill, which was supposed to be extremely famous, King Arthur and his knights were stunned.

Where are the rebels?
Thousands of Camelot soldiers knelt on the ground opposite, with their hands raised high, holding their weapons horizontally.

They cried bitterly and muttered words of repentance.

"We shouldn't have listened to Mordred and Morgan's slander!"

"Your Majesty Arthur Pendragon, you are the true king of Camelot!"

"Let us atone our sins!"

"I would rather die in the war against the Fomorian Chaos Giants!"

King Arthur looked up at the sky in a daze. He vaguely saw the sharp eyes of His Majesty the God-King in the sky, which controlled the Celtic world.

He knew that this was the power of the God-King's [royal authority]!

This divine power representing orthodoxy cleansed the rebellious hearts of these former subordinates.

In the center of the battlefield, only a bewildered Mordred was left. He yelled and tried to spur his men on, forcing them to stand up and join the rebellion against King Arthur.

useless!
No kneeling knight or warrior was willing to face King Arthur's holy sword that radiated noble divine light.

This light melted away the last bit of darkness in their hearts and all the rebellious thoughts.

Everyone told themselves: We are His Majesty's soldiers! We must obey His Majesty's orders, which is the truth.

Be it Mordred or Morgan, all their efforts were in vain.

This mother and son were like clowns, performing a clumsy betrayal drama in front of thousands of people.

"Go! Mordred!" Morgan screamed. Her ferocious expression now looked like a banshee!

"Where to go?"

"Go to the Emerald Isle! Meet up with that Odin! We'll use the power of the Chaos Giants to go back and destroy Camelot."

go?
Can I leave now?

Just as Morgan was trying to cast magic, wrap Mordred's body with a pile of black feathers and fly away from the battlefield quickly, she was stunned.

Morgan was sweating profusely, her magic power seemed to be devoured, and the mysterious world was closing its doors to her.

Having lost her magic power, she and her older son immediately fell into a common nightmare.

(End of this chapter)